signature moves
Argentine facebuster
Clothesline, sometimes while performing a discus
Cloverleaf
Double underhook crossface
High knee, sometimes to an opponent seated in the corner
German suplex, sometimes in succession
Over the shoulder back-to-belly piledriver, sometimes from the second rope or on the apron
Vertical suplex drop into a knee lift

friendsEthan Page

enemiesJohnny Gargano

frienemies
Candice LeRae
Johnny Gargano

accomplishments
N/A

match record
00-01-00

match history
N/A

sample roleplay

Spoiler

“Twelve years. For twelve... long years, I've been apart of this business. For TWELVE YEARS, I've given my life to this industry - and for WHAT?!” Ciampa questions, eyes wide and nostrils flaring as he shakes his head violently before continuing. “The glory? Nooo, it can't be that. I don't HAVE any glory. So... So maybe it's the adoration of all the fans! Yeah, that's gotta' be it, right?” Tommaso inquires, before again shaking his head. “WRONG! Because I know that when this video shows up on PCW.net, the majority of people are going to look at the thumbnail, they're going to see this face...” Slapping himself hard in the cheek as he says those last two words, Ciampa doesn't even flinch before continuing. “...And they're going to ask themselves, "who the[CENSORED]is this guy?" They're going to hear the name Tommaso Ciampa, and they're not going to react with applause or adoration - they're going to look at each other, scratch their heads, and figure I'm nothing more than the newest nobody to luck into a contract. BUT I'M NOT!” Nostrils flaring once more, Ciampa glares right into the camera as he continues. “I'm not some Goddamn nobody, and I sure as Hell didn't LUCK into ANYTHING! I AM Tommaso Ciampa, the Sicilian Psychopath, and I'm here because I've worked my ASS OFF to get here! And... and now that I am here?” Ciampa begins, running his hands over his bald head for a moment before carrying on. “Now that I'm here, all the guys in the back - they better be ready to get HURT. Because that? That's exactly what I'm going to do to them. I'm going... to hurt them. Why? Well, there's tons of answers to that question. Because I can. Because I want to. Because I NEED TO, in order to accomplish everything I came here to do!” Ciampa exclaims, eyes wide as he continues to glare into the camera. “And what did I come here to do? Isn't the answer OBVIOUS?!” He questions, shaking his head once more. “I'm here for the exact same reasons as anyone else. I'm here to win. I'm here to succeed. I'm here to stake my claim at the top of the mountain, and carve out my place in history! But... But unlike everybody else? I actually can. And I WILL! And it doesn't matter who wants to try and get in my way, I don't give a rat's ass who tries to tell me I can't - because I've done something not many people have the mental capacity TO DO in this business. I've learned my lessons.” Ciampa states, pressing his finger into his chest with those last few words. Wetting his lips, he continues. “See, there was a time in my life where I actually thought any of that mattered. There was a time where I was staring down obstacle after obstacle, with people whispering in my ear trying to tell me I couldn't... But now? Now, I know the truth. I know that I have what it takes to shatter EVERY obstacle that's put in front of me! I know that I can do anything I want, and now that I do? I'm not going to let anybody stop me ever again.” Tommaso states, shaking his head once more before continuing. “I'm not going to let anybody stand in the way of me getting... No, no... TAKING what I DESERVEANYMORE!” Eyes wide and nostrils flaring once more, Ciampa leans in close to the camera, glaring right into it as he continues. “And what do I deserve? WHAT am I going to take, now that I'm here in PCW? That... That's an excellent question. So where do I begin?” Ciampa questions, more to himself as he leans away from the camera now, a ponderous look upon his face for a moment as he lightly drums his fingers against the side of his head. Seemingly coming up with an answer, he leans back in slightly and speaks again. “How about the PCW Television Championship? I'd say I deserve that. I sure as Hell deserve it more than that fat [CENSORED], Bray Wyatt! Especially when the only reason he even has it in the first place is because of his so-called family. Well doesn't that just warm your heart? Bray has his family here with him, helping him overcome all the odds BECAUSE HE CAN'T DO IT HIMSELF! But... But me? I can. And I have. ALL MY LIFE, I've done things on my own, I've overcome the odds by myself, and it doesn't matter how many mountains Bray Wyatt wants to surround himself with - I'LL OVERCOME EACH AND EVERY ONE OF THEM, TOO!” Ciampa declares, the look on his face and conviction in his voice leaving no doubt in anyone's mind that he means it. Or, at least, believes it. Taking a moment to wet his lips, he continues. “And then? Then, I'm going to take that Television Championship, and I'm going to keep it for a very, VERY long time! But you know what? I already know... I ALREADY KNOW that it's not going to be enough.One championship is nowhere NEAR enough! ... So how about I take two? Better yet, why stop there? Why settle for conquering just Turmoil, when I could conquer this WHOLE DAMN COMPANY?!” Ciampa questions, grinning madly as he shakes his head. “Television... Rising... World Heavyweight... PCW... Sooner or later? They're all going to end up where they belong - around MY WAIST! And if anyone has a problem with that? You know where to find me. If you've got the BALLS, you know exactly where I'll be, so go ahead! Try and tell me no.”